Numb inside
Living with myself
Feeling constantly
On the shelf
.
I am difficult
To be around
To live with
Make others frown
.
It’s inside of me
Can’t explain it
I’ll just write
For now
.
Nothingness
Always and at once
Aching
To feel like before
.
Time has passed
Change too
I won’t
I know me
.
The sacred path
That we wonder
If it even
Exists
.
I’ll never get there
Nor do I want
All is fake
A myth
.
Hope is overrated
Live to die
Only waiting
Million questions why
.
We’ll just never know
Answers evading
Like the new
Disease
.
At least it’s better
Than suffering
Trying to work out
And explain
.
This horrid mess
We call a life
Make our mistakes
And ask. Why?